A Funeral Of Crows
Jan 23rd, 2026 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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The crows gather from miles around, blanketing the sky in a murderous patchwork of feathers and claws. The cacophony sends shivers in every direction, and the people wonder what calamity is portended. Something primeval is at work.
Lena watches from the balcony, wondering why the grownups are so frightened. Can’t they see the crows are simply giving voice to their sadness, just like Daddy does when he’s had too much to drink? Perhaps grown-ups run out of pity when they reach a certain age. They’ve learned their emotions are only worth sharing when you get something you want in return.